When I buy clothes, I tend to be very selective. I crave only what is just right for me and what makes me look and feel good. If it is a little too tight, too loose, too short or too long I am more than willing to leave it on it’s hanger in the store. I guess I just have high standards.
Clothes are meant to be worn, are they not? I would rather have a closet half full of things I love than to have a closet stuffed with a mixture of things I love and things I regret buying.
That can be a problem though because it limits my ability to mix and match. It leaves me the convenience of being lazy. No longer do I have to put time and energy into dressing nicely; instead I just remain with the usual and go on my merry way.
I do not understand the value of spending time putting together outfits just to look nice. I don’t enjoy the clothes once I have had to put a certain amount of work into them.
I realize that the time has come that I commit to trying what does not come naturally for me. The time has come that I shop without trying things on so that I can learn the art of wearing clothes. I know the art of shopping but I do not know the art of wearing.